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 She was a spark of lightening enlightening the whole mansion with her spark but yet there was something about her which  attracted all the people towards her like a beautiful venus fly trap which entices and devours her prey. She was like a bitter sweet danger which everybody risked to take. Nobody could have resisted her temptation and her command for that she was too assertive. Without a shimmer of grievances the guards permitted her to enter into his impervious mansion. The mansion was colossal with its boundaries being fenced by immaculate decorative and plating of finely refined copper and gold giving the mansion vintage and other worldly look amidst the tropes of similar looking mansion and streets. Its entrance getting sparkled by her exuberating beauty as she laid her eyes on eclectic artifacts sprouting from the deserted looking spacious heavens devoid of peace and tranquility, she seemed like someone who could sprinkle her exuberance onto the dead paradise.

Looking at the nooks and crannies of the mansion she assessed his battlefield but he was nowhere to be found. She was standing underneath th

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